Only Two Lips – A Spring Poem

Floriade is the name of the  spring flower festival in Canberra in the Commonwealth Gardens near the centre of the city. Mainly a showing of bulbs including of course tulips. It is quite a tourist attraction and many come to Canberra to see the displays.

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The U3A ‘Arts’ Exhibition had a theme of tulips, poppies and spring. I wrote the following poem for the opening day (see the previous post) …

Tulips in a vase, focus on flower in foreground

Only Two Lips

who do you think you are
standing so pert and penal
asserting yourself in rich colour
arrogant, obvious
demanding my attention

well I’m not falling for it!
such a brazen showing
with your closed-mouth talk
I will give you what you deserve –
lip service, and just you wait

your day will come
believe me, you will bend
becoming quite dishevelled
falling to kiss the ground
in total disarray

Richard Scutter  2 August 2014

It is always very interesting when you read a poem in public because you never quite know what reception will follow. The audience was mainly  women and  in the older bracket, so that was appropriate. A few realized that I was not actually talking about tulips so much and there were a couple of wry smiles – which was encouraging!

There were a few hangups on the word ‘penal’. Well penal = punishing – and from a male perspective the beautiful can be quite punishing in many ways especially when young, ‘manipulative’ and of a demanding nature.

A White Blank Wall – A poem in a public place

A White Blank Wall

Ask any latrine a white blank wall
is a blackboard waiting to happen
an unwritten open invitation
saying plenty by saying nothing
just patiently waiting in expectation –
waiting for that certain type of person
the sort of person who instinctively
wants to leave his or her mark

unlike the wet concrete scene
time is always on its side
believe me it will happen
just mark my words!
you will come in one day and –
no surprise, no surprise, I told you so

if you’re pissed-off that’s another matter!

Anonymous – of course

Context – Our U3A Poetry Group is currently in the process of working on a Spring exhibition of poetry at our local community hub. The exhibition is in association with the U3A Art Group. In the lead-up we have been displaying poems throughout the community building apart from a dedicated noticeboard – including placing poems in the toilets.

You would not believe it but one very nice framed poem was stolen from the toilet area. The above was written as my poetic response and I am happy to report that to-date it still adorns the toilet wall.

Apparently displaying poetry in public places has a name – ‘poem bombing’.

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Yesterday and Today

Yesterday and Today

Yesterday God decided to take a holiday
and I really can’t blame him at all, I mean
he must have been a little disappointed
with one of his projects going a little off track,
and working twenty-four by seven over the
centuries is, I imagine, quite demanding.
I am sure God knows where to go for a break
and I am sure he won’t want us to turn up!

Today is a little different, I’m happy to report that
the sun is breaking through threatening clouds and
the waste-paper bin is empty, sprawled out on
his desk are the original drawings, a little crumpled,
maybe he believes things can be straightened out –
perhaps he has far more faith than you or I.

Richard Scutter 20 July 2014

The news of late has been so sickening and I have felt physically sick inside. Goodness knows  how others feel that are immediately affected by the inhumanity in whatever country. I just had to get out into fresh air and wash the mind from the media concentration on the horrific events fracturing the world.

We went for a walk on part of the Canberra Centenary Trail. It was a typical beautiful winter sky after night temperatures below freezing and then sunshine all day. Perfect conditions for bushwalking although you had to be careful because the track was quite slippery after recent rains and the melting of icy mud. The image below is from the Red Rocks Lookout along the Murrumbidgee river between Kambah Pool and Tuggeranong Town Centre, Canberra.

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And here is a link to a poem by W. H. Auden in relation to suffering.

Winter Sea – Caseys Beach

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Caseys Beach, Batehaven – South Coast of New South Wales

Winter Sea – Caseys Beach

applique on applique of dulling light
washes the bland sky-sea merge
into an ever increasing dark

spates of seaweed disgorge a thick edge
the lonely remnants of empty days
the late afternoon drifts to an early close

finally the beach is lost of light
but an intermittent sigh continues
like a sallow woman refusing death

across the road homes define
as lights increase in intensity and number
respite to the night-wrapped street

Richard Scutter 26 June 2014

The Fragrance at Flanders – Anzac Day 2014

The Fragrance at Flanders

This was not scented Alps
where nothing but the daylight changes,
nor descending by the Starnberger See
after early exercise, strolling into
the Hofgarten to drink coffee with friends
as unbridled talk merges
with the expanse of morning.

Nor was this a plunge
into a Bloomsbury morning
of Clarissa opening French windows
to the breath of a summer day. Nor a
blackbird singing in the daze of early light,
or the buying of flowers while thoughts distract
to the arrangement of a party.

At Flanders, in the half-born morning
body after body fell
indiscriminately into the mud.
Each man glad to take their final leave,
exuding a common stench
until it accumulated in a message
that couldn’t be ignored.

For a brief moment
there was a lull in the fighting
as the men were buried.
And for once there was a sensitivity
as if Christ had walked out of dead flesh
to bring together both sides –
or just nature self-correcting.

Richard Scutter 25 April 2011

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… and here is a link to another poem

Some Easter Words

Easter Sunday

The world is charged with the grandeur of God … Gerard Manley Hopkins
… – …
pure gold in blue sky
beauty of this risen day
touches all creation
… – …
Christmas is the birth
Easter – a life-time project ends
in non-ending life
… – …

Easter – the marriage of humanity and divinity through Jesus based on unconditional love.
love does not alter when alteration finds … Shakespeare Sonnet 116

Celebrate LIFE … shockingly beautiful.

 Enjoy today – Every day.

from last year

 … And a link to the personal poem ‘Infinite Glory’ … an alternative title to this poem –  ‘I let your beauty’ depending on the secular/non-secular perspective.

Digesting the Seasons

Digesting the Seasons

early morning walk
breakfast windows opened wide
the day glistening
daffodils dance in the breeze
a buzz of expectation

— *** —

a luncheon party
ham-salad and fruit in the shade
‘a dry white anyone?’
the ceiling-fan slices still air
distant hills shudder the heat

— *** —

afternoon tea-time
shadows stretch across the grass
crockery clatter
children can play another hour
while adults chatter at the tables

— *** —

a steel-blue frost sky
foot-crunch ground with coat and glove
the home-fire ablaze
an oven-dinner cooking
warmth fills the night-wrapped room

Richard Scutter 7 April 2014

Some Christmas Words for 2013

Well Christmas Day is upon us again, I guess we are all in festive mood and enjoying time with family and friends – I hope that is the case. However, some will undoubtedly spend this day by themselves – for whatever reason – so it may be more a day to be endured without any sharing or celebration.

Going without at Christmas

Going without is terrible!
especially at Christmas
just imagine –
no presents to open
no turkey in the oven
and no children laughing at the door!

But imagine,
without the Christmas gift –
there would be no Easter,
and without Easter
life would become just
a series of continual sparks
dying in a sea
of perpetual darkness.

… and here are some Christmas Day words from previous years in the form of the Haiku –

Christmas Day 2012

beneath the wrappings,
tinsel, and a turkey bone
Christ can still be found

and for the new generation man and woman …

beneath the wrappings,
tinsel, and a turkey bone
Christ can still be phoned

Christmas Day 2011

this one special day
continues to make each day
special for everyone

I hope everyone will get something special out of this day whatever their circumstances

All the best … Richard Scutter

… be happy!